Mirrors

I caught myself recently trying to pump up someone (“you’re a powerful badass; your legs look healthy and fantastic”…) who’d expressed offhand insecurity about their 60-year-old, non-youthful legs. For I’ve not always been blessed with a good relationship with my body so it pains to see someone mid-rant about theirs. Growing up, I had the … Continue reading Mirrors

Our people

I’ve lost a lot of very good people to this truth. But first, I lost myself. Because we’re not born into the education about how to flow with the growth of our own life. We’re born into the construct of the five senses, and instructed to bow to the mores of a society which we’re … Continue reading Our people

Handful of Earth

At Coffee Garden googling "Native American Mother Earth sayings", and came to this one which hit me in that tender spot that is unique to this day. For Ideas continuously swirl about who I am—and who we all are—with so much always in flux even while the earth forever balances herself by falling into the … Continue reading Handful of Earth

America

The scene is 2016, March 18th, Friday, early afternoon; my then-15 year old daughter and I are at the Bernie Sander's rally held at This is the Place State Park in Salt Lake City, the crowd of 14,000 snaking around as if forever, pedi-cabs (blasting Bob Marley) ferrying people from their distant cars under a … Continue reading America

Rustling

I’m hiking with Oscar and Pica—two dogs I sit for—up Emigration Canyon on a deserted trail I’ve never known. And surrounding us is rustling from bushes and in my latent hesitation, the thoughts start whistling. Is the sound large or small? advancing or fleeing? Will this be that mountain lion up the canyon they warned … Continue reading Rustling